After Being Abandoned By My Ex-husband 52 Times, I Became The Queen Of Racing — Novel

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In a world where love is a high-speed race and betrayal lurks around every corner, Polly Trivett is done playing the role of the abandoned wife. After five years of being left at the altar—fifty-two times, to be exact—by her race car driver husband, she’s finally ready to take the wheel of her own life. With a wedding dress that symbolizes her shattered dreams, she walks into a law firm, determined to end the farce that has become her marriage.

But the moment she returns home, the chaos escalates. A cake to the face and a furious confrontation with her stepson reveal the deep-seated resentment that has festered in her family. As her husband, Sebastian, rushes to defend the very people who have betrayed her, Polly realizes that her fight for independence is just beginning. Can she reclaim her identity from a life built on sacrifice and manipulation? Or will the shadows of her past and the allure of the racetrack pull her back into a game she thought she had left behind?

With new alliances forming and old wounds reopening, Polly must navigate a treacherous path toward redemption. In a world fueled by speed and ambition, will she find the courage to race toward her own happiness?

After Being Abandoned By My Ex-husband 52 Times,I Became The Queen Of RacingChapter 1

I walked into the Law firm in a wedding dress. After five years of marriage, I had finally decided to divorce my race car driver husband.

The lawyer spoke in a flat, business-like tone. “For the divorce to proceed, both parties must sign the agreement. Your husband didn’t come today?”

I gave a bitter smile. “He’ll sign it. One way or another.”

Sebastian Trivett and I had been legally married for five years, but he’d canceled our wedding ceremony fifty-two times.

The first time, he left me stranded in the suburbs, wearing my wedding dress, because one of his young trainees needed help refueling her car. I couldn’t get a ride back and had to walk home, causing my feet to blister and bleed.

The second time, the same female trainee of his had a stomachache and craved a specific cake from across town. Without a question, he drove three hours to get it, while I was left behind, apologizing to guests and drinking until my stomach hurt.

Every single time we tried to have our ceremony, that girl had an emergency, and he would always rush to her side, leaving me alone in my gown.